Sacred Games

Either I am suddenly being a sucker for books or too much of a coincidence seems to be the new pollen of this summer. (is there anything called a quadincidence?)

In a month I have devoured four books, the 947th page of the last book, flipped shut a while ago, and I was unceremoniously brought back with a thud to my real world . But the pollen-like omnipresent coincidence is not just in the reading or theme of the books – it is in the fact that I loved all four of them!

There is one prevalent theme in The Average American Male and Sacred Games – the language. Real world – as it happens. Offensive and loaded with expletives; swearwords and recurrent profanity. Disgusting, if you have relatively inflexible standards for good language. If not, they do make for good great reading.

The first generalises characters through a specific character. The Average American Male will no doubt evoke indignation from female readers. It is a funny book. Even if your sentiments are violated, you wouldn’t be able to stop that one smile escape sneakily. I’ll repeat myself:

The most interesting ‘story’ I have read in recent times. The presentation is just too mind-numbing. I have been in splits for a long while after I finished reading the book. Really very funny! This is a definite read – but be careful of not taking it too seriously, and be even more careful of taking it seriously!

Sacred Games, however, is a different game altogether. The characters are very real. And I mean “real”. Whether by design or otherwise, there isn’t a huge cover up about where the inspiration came from. You can’t but help draw parallels from the dramatis personae (when was the last time you saw a dramatis personae?) and the sights and sounds of those places that you experience everyday. Especially if Mumbai is your home, even if it is temporary. Mumbai reverberates throughout the book. I felt the same when reading Shantaram, by Gregory David Roberts, yet Shantaram is a “true story,” so in that sense, it is different. Yet, Sacred Games came across more as a true story than Shantaram did.

There are some obvious Genghis Khan (John Man) ‘patterns’ in the book. I am sure of that. I have read both books. I am sure Vikram Chandra has too – and he has used it with flair and to good effect.

What with international espionage, gangster chronicle and police procedural themes, it looks as if Sacred Games is going to be something of a boy’s book. So it is for the first couple of hundred pages and then Chandra begins to build up the female roles. He finds significant tasks for these characters in the plot, but also enjoys their worlds in themselves…

It is far from a boy’s book. Though I’d hazard a guess why it may be perceived so – mafia, espionage, counter-espionage, double-crossing, murder, sex, yachts and such – yet I believe he has been able to take the reader beyond it. The language however is a possible put-off – as I said earlier – to someone who gets easily offended (but in that case, you could get offended by just living in this city!)

I won’t deny it – I thoroughly enjoyed it. The masala elements are all there. It is almost a Hindi Movie. Action, emotion, romance, drama – there are even songs in it! And then, when was the last time RAW was ‘used’ in an international espionage fiction? But this book is beyond espionage. It is beyond the city. It is beyond fictional characters modelled on real-world characters. It is beyond what the Guardian review calls “an epic thriller which doubles as an anatomy of modern India.” (This is just one small spoke in the wheel in modern India) Even with its never-ending 947 pages, the presentation of a thriller is refreshing. The standard pace of a conventional thriller is conspicuously missing. At each climactic point Vikram Chandra withdraws, teases you for a long time, yet brings you back contentedly where you would have wanted to be. The drama of the entire story is in its intermittent absence.

With a little bit of an open mind, I leave it to you to discover yourself agreeing a little bit with everyone in the book yet keep your beliefs intact.

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i love the picture. having read sacred games i can agree with you on this one. in fact, i gave myself a bit of a bombay overdose with shantaram, maximum city and then sacred games. call it the essential underbelly of bombay trilogy if you may.

now my taxi rides are very different from what they used to be. every face is a character. with a past, a purpose and a little mysterious.

You’re right. Sacred Games is really like a good Hindi film. You are grateful for the good bits (there are many) and gloss easily over the few dips and slacks that are inevitable in 3 hours or 900 pages.

This is nitpicking over small details… but there’s a reference to a character sending for Advil in a Bombay slum. Is the brand even available in India?

It doesn’t matter and I’m missing the point. Either that, or the writer’s days in the US sit like a very thin film on his images of Bombay.

Hi Atul. I remain an occasional visitor and reader. Hope you don’t mind.

You’re right. Sacred Games is really like a good Hindi film. You are grateful for the good bits (there are many) and gloss easily over the few dips and slacks that are inevitable in 3 hours or 900 pages.

This is nitpicking over small details… but there’s a reference to a character sending for Advil in a Bombay slum. Is the brand even available in India?

It doesn’t matter and I’m missing the point. Either that, or the writer’s days in the US sit like a very thin film on his images of Bombay.

Hi Atul. I remain an occasional visitor and reader. Hope you don’t mind.

While female characters do play a critical role, I don’t think in any of the 947 pages do you get a woman’s perspective. That aside, you are right. It did remind me of a Bollywood film in its expansive action and sprawling narrative, particularly at the end.